Redhawk Caldera it is also a volcano

For the past few days Frolic had been wandering around, wheezing and coughing, as if trying to get her lungs out of her chest. And today Dwin had woken up feeling almost the same. It was certainly not her first cold, but, when you are used to being healthy all the time and scoffing at the disease as something that happens to other people, your over-confidence takes a bit of a blow. She hated the scratchy feeling - a cold in the making, when you sort of have to cough, but not yet and all you come up with are brief and annoying sets of "khe, khe, khe". According to her dad it took one wolf to get the whole pack sick and it seemed that they were in the process of creating the Coughing chorus of the Brecheliant. 

Therefore Dwin kept her distance from the rest and busied herself with patrolling the borders, checking, who came in and out, and renewing border markings, where it was needed. With so few of them around now and not being well versed in the art of marking sparingly, she could not cover the whole length. Therefore, when her bladder informed about being out of fuel, she rubbed her scent in the tree-barks and left claw markings as well. After all scent could convey a lot of information except the size and the character of the wolf. 

@Amalia